The Forgotten One

Prolouge

I sat on my bed. Today was my eleventh birthday. March 10th: a Saturday. I was so excited. My mum planned on taking me shopping, part of my present. I really wanted a new outfit; maybe a cute skirt and a shirt I could tuck into the skirt.

I had gotten up, wanting to make sure I looked presentable. I walked over to my mirror, picking up my brush on my way. I stood in front my full length mirror, staring at my reflection. I combed my hair, making sure all of the knots were out. After I was satisfied with my blonde hair, I surveyed my outfit. Dark blue skinny jeans, a floral tank top blouse, and black flats. I grabbed my jacket off my hook and put it on. It passed my test. I knew if I didn't look presentable, especially my outfit, my mum wouldn't take me out.

Then I surveyed my face. My grey eyes looked at me. I always thought it was funny; I had grey eyes while everyone else in my family had blue.

I kept looking at my appearance. Then there was a tap on my door.

"Come in." I said.

"Astrid, dear," Mum said. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yup." I skipped past her and bounded down the stairs. I heard her following, her heals click-clacking on the stairs.

"Astrid," my mum said from behind me. "That's no way to walk. You must not skip, you must walk... Like a lady." She added.

"But Mum," I whined. "What if I don't want to be a lady?" I knew this would tick her off. She was always telling me to be more of a lady, but when in truth, I didn't want to be a "proper lady". I wanted to be careless, and not have to wear nice clothes all the time. I wanted to be able to do what I wanted, to be my own person.

But I couldn't.

My mum wouldn't let me. She said all young girls had to act mature; had to act like ladies so they would be like that as an adult.

But I didn't want to be an adult.

I wanted to be a kid as long as I could.

I wanted to have a high-school romance. I saw them in movies, such as High School Musical, and just knew I wanted that in my life. That became a goal of mine when I was eleven.

I also wanted to go to boarding school. But I didn't.

Even thought I supposed to. I was supposed to go to a "boarding" school when I was eleven. I was supposed to get a letter, informing me I was invited to go the school. Someone was supposed to come to my house and explain everything to me since my parents hadn't heard of this boarding school before. But my letter never came. I wasn't disappointed; I didn't know I was supposed to get a letter.

But today I was disappointed. Because today was the day I finally got my letter. My letter that is five years late.